Racingbitch is taking a break for a while and as Cilla Black asked, “What’s it all about, Alfie?”
For 4-5 years, we have come here, given our content for free and in return have our great followers and our critics.
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“The Bitch has gone soft”, say some. Yeah, maybe ‘cos what’s in it for us? Where’s the beef? Show us the money.
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Do we give a flying fuck about Lady Gai Gai and Singo? They’ve made their money. Past tense. So why bother? Plus, we LIKE and respect Lady GaiGai.
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As for the critics, fair enough, but, if you don’t like what we write, well, how do you say, get the fuck outta here. We’ve showed you our’s and now you show us your’s and let’s not get into penis envy. Ok?
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Coming from the advertising and music industries, we were excited about looking at horse racing and how it’s being promoted and marketed to the next generation of race-goers.
Sorry, but we now see that most of the efforts are dire and created by committee with so much territorial stakes on the line, there is so much phoniness around. Trust who? Trust no one.
As Dougie Whyte often reminds us, trust people on one hand minus a few fingers. Douglas Whyte is an amazing human being.
If a sponsor, would they want to get behind the sport? Maybe. But only if the creative is as innovative and in “consumer sync” as a Nike.
But do racing clubs have bona fide marketers or only hapless armies hired on the fly and sitting there hoping no one sees how fucking useless they are? What do you think? Most racing clubs are home to those who can’t get a job anywhere else. We have the names.
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So where lies the problems- rorts aside?
Rorts have happened, are happening and will happen wherever there is racing everyday. It cannot ever be stopped.
We have seen enough racing to see the slow starts, the wide runs and wonder about SP odds. Do these bookmakers know something us mere dumbass mortal punters, don’t?
At the end of the day, it always comes down to the management of racing clubs and looking at who is running them and who the hires are and their levels of competence. And incompetence.
A fish stinks from the head down and after years of emails and proof about what political and even racist games are played behind closed doors, we know the guys who wear the white hats and those who pretend to.
There is only one head of a racing club we trust and respect. And if for whatever reason he goes walkies, horse racing will stay in the eighties, stagnate and keel over.
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We’ll be back and when we do, stand back ‘cos we’ll deliver our weapons of mass destruction. And not the kind of air supply in Blazing Saddles after some baked beans.
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